It’s Lost and Gone.
I had in mind some grand post about the impossibility of establishing the mere possibility of a self in 2015, the metaphysicality of snow on an apocalyptic scale in parts of the world, but bollocks to all that.
Today is World Book Day. Ignore what I’ve ever written and listen to Thoreau, Durant, Kant, Adorno, Hardy, Faulkner and the many others who helped shape this mind. Or maybe just Dr. Seuss or the tales of J.R.R. Tolkien, who moved me so many years ago. Above all, support your local stores, your indies; long after the large mall stores are gone, your local bookseller and owner will know what you want to read, will support the writers you support and will keep a tradition older than Gutenburg. A book satisfies an as-yet unknown need.
